In the vast universe, the greatest power was cultivation.
The higher one ascended the realms, the more strength was needed. Immortal sects made their own laws. Empires bowed before them. And above them all—stood the Void Monarch.
A name that made people tremble just by hearing it.
But the man behind that name... had become nothing more than a legend.
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Lower Realm – Azure Cloud Continent
In a small town so insignificant, it wasn't even properly marked on maps. Atop the roof of an old inn, a young man lounged with a wine cup in hand.
His name? Xiao Li.
He looked around seventeen. Simple in appearance, but in his eyes was a depth vast enough to drown the sky.
> "People call me garbage… tsk, how adorable," he said with a faint smile.
Everyone believed he was just an orphan. A useless boy without even a spirit root.
But the truth? It was on another level entirely.
The Xiao Clan—once among the Twelve Immortal Bloodlines.
Xiao Li—a forbidden child, born on a day when the sky itself changed color.
> "Romanced the Heaven Emperor's daughter, and now I'm in exile," he twirled the cup, "classic story."
He had sealed his own powers. Why?
Because he was searching for the secret behind an ancient betrayal.
And to find it, staying low-key was necessary.
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Cloud Mist Sect – Bottom Tier, But Lucky
The next day was the Cloud Mist Sect's trial. A sect nobody took seriously.
The perfect cover.
No fame, no pressure. Just a small sect built over a Hidden Vein Point—a place where spiritual energy lay concealed.
> "You think I'm trash? Tomorrow, you'll see the real show," he said, finishing the last sip in the cold breeze.
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Elsewhere – Northern Glacier
Under the moonlight, the head of the Ice Crystal Sect, Leng Xueyin, stood still.
Cold. Serious. Untouchable.
But that night... she had a dream.
A name echoed again and again.
> "…Xiao… Li?"
Her breath quickened.
The ice beneath her shattered and flew into the wind.
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End of Chapter 1.